Zack: Hello Tifa. Take a look at your Cloud, now back to me, now back at your Cloud, now back to me…
Zack: Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he was experimented on by a crazy scientist and had a major identity crisis, he could think that he’s me.
Zack: Look down, now back up, Where are you? You’re in the town of Nibelheim with the man your Cloud could think he is.
Zack: What’s in your hand? Now I have it. It’s a Sephiroth who is calm and heroic if a bit aloof. Look again! The Sephiroth is now an insane, homocidal maniac.
Zack: Because anything is possible if Jenova cells screw up your Cloud’s brain and make him think he’s me. I’m in the lifestream.
(Whistles)
Random evil pink-haired guy with German accent: “See to it that the swimming pool is filled with fresh milk upon my return, it does wonders for my complexion.”
Lackey: “Of course, sir.”
Evil guy: “Ah, I see we’ll be taking the lavender jet today.”
Lackey: “I thought it matched your wardrobe quite nicely.”
Random evil guy: “So, my friend Herr Kaiba is hosting another tournament.”
Freezes. Herr Kaiba, Herr Kaiba, Herr Kaiba.
Flashes back to Yugioh abridged episode where the lackeys are German and call Kaiba, ‘mein freuer’ and ‘hail kaiba.’
So I’m playing FF7.
And it’s destroying me emotionally.
Right now we are in the flashback as to what really happened at Nibelheilm Mako Reactor and the fact is, I already know too much. I know the storyline, I loved it so much that I researched everything I could about it before buying a Playstation just so I could play it.
So, unlike all you people who played it for the first time, all those years ago, I know when Cloud is mixing up his memories with Zack and how Tifa just stays SILENT and doesn’t say anything and it’s killing me.
I feel like crying. Through this whole thing, I’m just a sobbing mess. It doesn’t help that I’m sick either cause I’m waaayyy more emotional when I’m sick. Like I just finished Inazuma Eleven and I cried at every.single.flashback.
Anywho, away from sadness.
Did anyone else find, Sephiroth killing the guard outside Cloud’s cell, opening the door, and then watching little Cloudly sleeping, with his bloody sword in hand, to be extremely, extremely hot.
Because it made me swoon and imagine it and wish I was an amazing artist so I could draw that exact picture of Sephy. Standing there. In the darkness.
Watching him.
It’s all ‘oh, our Endou stalking spot has been found’
And
‘I am Fudou.
I am a Ninja.
Less hair makes better Ninja.’